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Chapter 215 - 182: Heavenly Name and Earthly Name · Oct 26, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 173: Unyielding Pit 2026-10-26
202 Chapter 202 - 173: Unyielding Pit 2026-10-26
203 Chapter 203 - 174: ”A Plan for the Troubled 2026-10-26
204 Chapter 204 - 175: Aunt’s Visit 2026-10-26
205 Chapter 205 - 175: Aunt’s Visit 2026-10-26
206 Chapter 206 - 176: Scholarship Must Advance with the Times 2026-10-26
207 Chapter 207 - 176: Scholarship Must Keep Pace with the Times 2026-10-26
208 Chapter 208 - 177: Mysterium 2026-10-26
209 Chapter 209 - 178: Inexhaustible Ink 2026-10-26
210 Chapter 210 - 179: Truth is Arduous, yet Lovely 2026-10-26
211 Chapter 211 - 180: Spring 2026-10-26
212 Chapter 212 - 181: Inflammatory Publication 2026-10-26
213 Chapter 213 - 181: Inflammatory Publication 2026-10-26
214 Chapter 214 - 182: The Name Above and the Name Below 2026-10-26
215 Chapter 215 - 182: Heavenly Name and Earthly Name 2026-10-26
216 Chapter 216 - 183: Selecting Bones to Weave a Garment 2026-10-26
217 Chapter 217 - 183: Selecting Bones to Weave a Garment 2026-10-26
218 Chapter 218 - 184: Blood Contract Water Answer 2026-10-26
219 Chapter 219 - 185: Coriolanus 2026-10-26
220 Chapter 220 - 185: Coriolanus 2026-10-26
221 Chapter 221 - 186: Single-Card Divination 2026-10-26
222 Chapter 222 - 186: Single-Card Divination 2026-10-26
223 Chapter 223 - 186: Single Card Divination 2026-10-26
224 Chapter 224 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
225 Chapter 225 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
226 Chapter 226 - 187: Secret of the Abyss 2026-10-26
227 Chapter 227 - 188: Silence and Burnt Offering 2026-10-26
228 Chapter 228 - 189: Double Chain 2026-10-26
229 Chapter 229 - 190: Lady Mary’s Letter 2026-10-26
230 Chapter 230 - 191: Hidden Spiritual Vision 2026-10-26
231 Chapter 231 - 191: Hidden Spiritual Vision 2026-10-26
232 Chapter 232 - 192: Counting 2026-10-26
233 Chapter 233 - 193: Cat Incarnation 2026-10-26
234 Chapter 234 - 193: Cat Avatar 2026-10-26
235 Chapter 235 - 193: Cat Avatar 2026-10-26
236 Chapter 236 - 194: Moon Nail Reversal 2026-10-26
237 Chapter 237 - 195: The Rare One 2026-10-26
238 Chapter 238 - 196: Are You Crazy? 2026-10-26
239 Chapter 239 - 197: West Suburb Spring Inspection 2026-10-26
240 Chapter 240 - 198: Do Not Respond 2026-10-26
241 Chapter 241 - 198: Never Respond 2026-10-26
242 Chapter 242 - 198: Never Respond 2026-10-26
243 Chapter 243 - 199: Gale Tradition 2026-10-26
244 Chapter 244 - 199: Gale Tradition 2026-10-26
245 Chapter 245 - 200: Answering Head 2026-10-26
246 Chapter 246 - 201: Silencing Technique 2026-10-26
247 Chapter 247 - 201: Silencing Technique 2026-10-26
248 Chapter 248 - 202: Constructing the Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26
249 Chapter 249 - 202: Constructing a Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26
250 Chapter 250 - 202: Constructing a Deep Valley Dweller in a Single Breath 2026-10-26

A thought occurred to Richard.

”What would happen if the two names were deciphered and then brought back together?”

Mr. Hutton looked at him, the slight smile in his eyes vanishing.

”You don’t want to know.”

Richard wisely didn’t press the matter.

The old gentleman took out a small pair of tweezers and another wooden box.

”We’ll get these sealed up today.”

He used the tweezers to pick up the Bronze Plate from the side of the sealing circle.

The moment the tweezers touched the Bronze Plate, Richard heard a faint HISS.

Mr. Hutton lifted the Bronze Plate, moving it from outside the sealing circle and placing it in the wooden box at the other end of the desk.

The bottom of the wooden box was lined with a layer of powder. Richard glanced at it with his Spiritual Vision; it was refined salt mixed with silver powder.

When the Bronze Plate landed on the salt powder, the faint Ether floating over the entire tabletop immediately stabilized.

Mr. Hutton closed the lid of the wooden box, completing the basic Seal for this item.

He then took out a second wooden box and performed the same procedure on the Sheepskin Scroll.

The two wooden boxes were placed side by side at opposite ends of the desk.

Richard watched this series of actions unfold.

”Sir, your technique...”

”When you’re a Scholar, you encounter a more eclectic mix of things than anyone else.”

Mr. Hutton replied casually, ”Sealing, Divination, backtracking traces... People in our line of work need to know a little of these ’self-defense’ skills.”

”When did you learn all this?”

”During my university years. I had time on my hands, so I learned a bunch of miscellaneous skills.”

He handed the wooden box containing the Bronze Plate back to his student.

”Did you memorize today’s procedure?”

Mr. Hutton glanced at Richard. ”Store them separately. Never let them come into direct contact in the same space.”

”Understood.”

”From now on, whenever you handle samples with a Duality structure, follow this set of rules.”

”I’ve sealed away the section with the true names.” He went on to explain the work they needed to do next:

”The parts that don’t involve the true names also contain records of their rituals. We can study those.”

Mr. Hutton sat back in his chair and picked up his white porcelain teacup.

”The things left behind by the Celts... savage and bloody.”

He took a sip of tea. ”But their understanding of the ’Curtain’ is, in many ways, far deeper than our modern academic systems.”

”They used blood, bone, and hundreds, even thousands, of years of sacrifice in exchange for a subtle observation of the Curtain.”

”We today cannot afford the price they paid, but we can learn from their achievements.”

”Learn, but do not replicate,” the old gentleman added finally, his eyes conveying a clear warning.

...

By the time he left the office, the sky had already grown dim.

Richard took a side exit from Greenwood and walked to a public phone booth on the street corner.

He dropped in a coin and gave the number for the Clement Antiques Store.

The receiver rang four times before it was picked up.

”Clement Antiques, who is this?”

”It’s me, Richard.”

”Well, well.” The voice on the other end was muffled by a layer of static. ”I thought you’d forgotten about this old bag of bones. Where’d you run off to for the winter break?”

”Up north.” Richard stuffed his other hand into his overcoat pocket. ”Broadening my horizons with a predecessor over there.”

”Predecessor?” Clement seemed to mull the word over. ”You come back with all your limbs attached?”

”All attached.”

”That’s good.” The old man let out a laugh mixed with a cough. ”It’s good for a young man to get out and see the world. Just... see the world, don’t get buried by it.”

Richard steered the conversation back to business, asking if there were any new unsold auction items.

Clement took a sip of something; the sound of the cup being placed back on the table was very soft.

”None.” The old man was frank. ”Before the next quarter, Stuart won’t be letting anything with a ’Class Two’ tag flow down.”

”What about the channel through your retired colleague?”

”That’s dried up too.” Clement’s voice was a bit hoarse. ”Something’s not right with the winds from the Imperial Capital.”

”A few of the big houses have been hoarding stock lately. They’re holding onto what they have and not letting go. All the smaller channels underneath have dried up completely. You can’t even see a ripple.”

”’Something’s not right with the winds,’ what do you mean?”

The line was silent for a moment.

”The people up top are settling scores.” The old man finally said only this:

”What specific scores they’re settling, I wouldn’t know. I’m just a guy who sells old junk.

I only know one rule: every time they start settling scores, the little folks down below have to tighten their belts.”

Richard held the receiver, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

”If there’s no stock in the short term, what I have on hand is enough to keep me busy for a while.”

He switched to a lighter tone. ”You don’t need to rush around looking for me. Take this chance to rest up.”

”Heh, I like the sound of that.”

Clement played along:

”These old bones of mine really can’t run around anymore.”

”Well then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”

”Alright. I’ll call you if I hear anything.”

He hung up the phone. The receiver made a dull THUD as it rested back on the copper hook.

Richard’s gaze fell on the window of the pharmacy diagonally across the street.

The glass medicine bottles that usually filled the window had been pushed aside to make room for a white paper notice:

”Iodine and hemostatic gauze temporarily out of stock. Restock date undetermined.”

A shortage of iodine and hemostatic gauze wasn’t unusual in Brighton.

This city was built on factories. Machines were always crushing hands, and molten steel was always burning through arms. The rate at which such supplies were consumed was already a cut above other places.

His gaze shifted to the side of the pharmacy.

Next to the pharmacy was a funeral parlor with a narrow storefront and an old sign.

In previous years at this time of year, there would be at most two or three unpainted pine coffins leaning against the shop entrance, covered by a tarp.

Today, the silhouette under the tarp was noticeably taller. The lid of the outermost coffin wasn’t shut tight, revealing a narrow black crack.

On one side, supplies for bandaging wounds were out of stock. On the other, items for laying out the dead were being stockpiled.

The two things were separated by a single wall, and the snow fell just as thickly in front of both doors.

Standing in the booth, Richard put the two pieces together in his mind.

Brighton was changing.

Slowly. It was hidden in the out-of-stock notices and the extra coffins, hidden in places ordinary people couldn’t see or even imagine.

By the time most people could see it, it would likely be a situation far beyond what a simple notice could explain.

He pushed open the door of the phone booth, and a cold wind carrying pellets of snow blasted into his collar.

By the time he returned to Waste Rock Lane, the sky was completely dark.

Evelyn heard the door and poked her head out of the kitchen, a flour-dusted wooden spoon still clutched in her hand.

”Why are you so late today?”

”Took a detour to make a phone call.”

”To who?”

”Mr. Clement.”

Evelyn walked out from the kitchen doorway, wiping the wooden spoon on her apron.

”The old man who sells junk?”

”Mhm.”

”Why are you always so interested in his old junk?” The little girl’s nose crinkled. ”It’s not like we’re short on things at home.”

”I’m not interested in the junk.” Richard unbuttoned his overcoat. ”I’m interested in talking with the old man.”

”...What could you possibly have to talk about with an old man who sells junk?”

”We talk about the market.”

Their mother’s voice called out from the kitchen:

”Evelyn, stop blocking the doorway and bickering with your brother. The dough in the mixing bowl is going to over-proof if you don’t tend to it.”

”Coming, coming...”

Evelyn scurried back to the kitchen, flinging a few drops of batter onto the floor as she ran.

Outside, the snow was still falling, but inside, it was warm.

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